Tales of the Parodyverse

The Not so Secret origin of The Yo-being


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Yo, in plum is the strict origin...
Mon Jun 16, 2003 at 02:21:39 pm EDT
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The clone-girl was with her little face stick to the window of her bright colored bedroom. She has been there for an hour, all disappointment. Visionary had promised her and Christopher to go to the zoo, and she has been waiting for this day with all the enthusiasm only a child can feel. The storm and poring rain had broken her dreams. She had promised the Weather Fairy to be good if the rain stopped. She had’t even quarreled with Lisa or put Fleabot inside a glass jar…even if he has being saying nonsense about Visionary again. She would do it tomorrow.

“Is still raining?” Cheryl asked Asil entering in the child room.

“Sigh…Yes” Asil beautiful dark eyes showed tears of frustration. Nothing the others had tried made her cheered up. Cheryl, patiently, had suggested all kind of games, going as far as trying to contact Donar. He could have brought the storm to an end, if only he had answered his communication card. “Why don’t you join Yo and Chris?” inspiration strike her suddenly. “Ask Yo to tell you a tale. You love when s/he tell you a story, don’t you?” Cheryl continued. That was true enough. The genderless being knew the kind of stories all children loved. Strange tales full of mysteries, fun and fuzzy animals.

“S/he is still nuts” Asil disregarded the suggestion. However a crazy Yo was still fun, the child pondered. Better than looking for hours how the rain didn’t stop. “Okay, then” Asil answered more happy now

“Yo will be okay alone with Chris and you. It’s only with adults she behaves odd” Cheryl patted fondly the child back, coming along with her downstairs. Fleabot is with them too. Here, in the nursery.” Cheryl sweetly pushed the child inside the room, closing the door again and going to join Visionary and Enty in the rec room.

“Yo..” Asil approached her friend. S/he was in her normal androgyny normal self, hugging Chris and making him giggle tickling his belly. Rabito, Yo lopsided, purple and less than clever poor thought bunny, was happily hopping on the couch, to the baby delight. Fleabot was hanging around looking as bored as Asil have been before. “Cheryl said you would tell me a story. With Yo-beings, beautiful princesses and valiant princes” The child pleaded.

“My opinion is that these stories are dangerous tales. The current children psychology books, find them misogynist and..” Fleabot was going to doctor them in the current psychology view of the Fary tales but was dead stopped by a cushion thrown by Asil. “okay, okay…Why don’t Yo tells us how s/he came to earth then. I ‘ve always been curious seeing how s/he is the only no human around me. Excepting Donar, but the mythology explain him well.. and Visionary which brain cannot be possibly human being so butthea..” Another cushion stopped him from finishing .

“Yes, Yo. Tell us your story! Tell us! Tell us!” Asil was chanting happily now. “are there princess in this tale? Beautiful ones? “

“ I wouldn’t call Pilar a beautiful princess” Yo grinning answered. “But she is not ugly neither, so I guess she could do. Okey dokey” Yo began the tale “Years ago, are they 5 or 6 now?, Yo-planet was having some problems and..”
No, no, no..” Asil frantically stopped Yo. “You got it all wrong…Tales has to begin properly” Asil said with certainty..

“Oh, right” Yo laughed at the child comment and tried again. “Once upon a time..”

“Better” Asil approved sitting comfortable on the couch. Fleabot finally has been able to escape from the “sandwich” the cushion and the coach made of himself, being him the ham, and flexing his tiny legs began to listen. “That could be interesting. At least better than watching a football match with Visionary” the robot thought. Chris sensing seriousness around him, grabbed one of Rabito ears and entertained himself…


The Soldier Yo was called upon the Supreme Being, “Nosotros”. Yo wasn’t really a soldier, nor the supreme being more important than any other “being”. But they liked these terms, learned from the planet Earth. They didn’t called it earth, by the way. For the Yo-beings, and in what would be the translation to the English, Earth was called The Source. People from Yo-planet were poor-thoughts alive. They were “born” from humans. Every time one of the thought, a Yo-being was created. That explained why the Yo-beings were as diverse as they were. From the most silly thoughts, playful thoughts, happy thoughts to the more darker variety. They were sad Yo-beings, lust Yo-beings (plenty of them being humans like they were), and more warriors-beings. Apart from that, there were the clever-beings. This last class was able to ponder the imponderable. “ To See” things nobody could understand but them. Of course there were far more variety, but the list would be too long. Another peculiarity of Yo-planet was that the same planet was an Ancient Thought. It was rumored to be the first thought ever. Planet-being wasn’t very active these days, just the occasional earthquake when he feels grumpy here and then. Because I forget to say, the “youngs” Yo-beings moved, talked and were active. The oldest ones have become “slow” along the eons and couldn’t even talk anymore. They were the Ocean-beings, lakes-beings, clouds beings and so on, but Yo-planet was the more respected and loved by the Yo-beings…

“That reminds me too much of these ecologist…Don’t throw this in the water, not finish that resource, preserve animals, love your planet, bla, blah, bla” Fleabot interrumped. “And then Visionary says you eat each others there in your country…No very nature loving if you ask me…”

“Well, we eat the food-beings because we need it, like you eat, well not you Fleabot, but humans eat animals and plants” Yo pointed out “But, because they are thoughts, after we eat them, they just transform themselves in energy and are recreated again. Being food again”

“Well, I just don’t want to think about how these food-thoughts go out from the beings that ate them” Fleabot retorted. But seeing Asil grabbing another cushion, he hastily encouraged Yo to continue his story.


Even the more muddy Yo-beings were well natured beings, because once born, dark-beings were “cleaned up” by an ancestral ceremony, involving the “Happy sauce” from the Happy place

“But you were talking that you went to see Nosotors. What happened next, Yo?” Asil asked. She wanted something really happening in the story, hopefully a dragon menacing Yo-planet. No Finny, although. Finny was a good dragon.

Right. Nosotros called Yo to his/her/its presence. Nosotros seemed worried, and Yo has never seen a worried being before. The Oldest of the beings Moving , Nosotros, looking sadly to his fellow Yo being, and without words, told Yo a strange story. The Yo-beings were changing. More and more of them were “dying”. For a Yo being the death was changing themselves into energy. That only happened to the oldest ones. Even older than Yo-planet, who was still alive and withought being a child, couldn’t be considered too old for their standards. Yo didn’t remember any dead beings in his relatively short live. Nosotros told Yo that the beings were dying because they were not interested in living anymore. And was happening at a very quick rate. Nosotros thought he knew what the problem was and they would need help to content It. Help from a new race of humans that were emerging lately in the Source. They called themselves the League of the Regulars. Valiant warriors who could help the Yo-beings against the powers behind the apathy surrounding them. Nosotros decided to send Yo for a preliminary contact. Yo, was an atypical Yo-being. He was like many thoughts in one. Whoever created him was unique, specialized in many different fields. Yo “father” was rumored to have being Leonardo Da Vinci. True or no, Yo was the more versatile of them. The fact he, like all beings, could improve his qualities just thinking of them being improved was a bonus. Yo, blushed hearing this from their leader and was happy of going to the Sourse. He liked to observe people from the Source. He liked it more than anything. They were soo funny and hardly making sense. He would have to merge with a human to have a tangible body. Better if the donor was a female. Yo-beings were more alike women than men. And Yo should find the donor as soon as possible to stabilize himself. No more than a matters of weeks. After that, Yo was required to meet the LoR and get used to their rules and costoms…

“Why did you choose Pilar?” Asil interrupted again. You could have chosen a princess”.

“I guess no many princess are lookinf forward to merge their scenes and bodies with a aliens, who says himself to be a thought from Yo-planet” Fleabot hinted.
“That is being right. I looked everywhere to find her. She wasn’t the ideal one. Too grumpy, obstinate, and no physically challenging for a battle. But s/he was the only one who said yes.” Yo happily confirmed.

“It could have been worse Yo” Asil reassured him “It could have been Lisa”

“Or Visionary. So anyway, what happened, where did you meet?” Fleabot pressed.

“I went to her laboratory and..” Yo reassumed

“Lisa always said you met her naked in the shower” Fleabot suspicious asked “Is that true?”

“No the first time” Yo reassured the tiny robot. “At the beginning, she thought I was a scallion”

“A stalker?” Fleabot helpfully corrected

“Yup, stalker. She wanted to call the police. And I think she being thought I was proposing her to..er..” stopped Yo looking at Asil.

“Understood” Fleabot answered. He was glad the conversation wouldn’t derive to all this sex stuff humans were so fond of. Whoever knew why

“But when she saw me cry, I promised her it wasn’t physical and she could have part in some adventures, she accepted. She was bored working on her thesis on summer. And she confessed she has always being a bit crazy”

“She could come around here,. She will see what it’s really crazy” Fleabot laughed

“And that is. That it’s the end” Yo finished

“But what happened with Nosotros, and Yo-beings dying, and are there no princess in the story?” Asil complained

“That belongs to another tale” Said Yo putting Chris inside the cradle. Rabito jumped inside too. “look Asil!! it has stopped raining. Lets go to the Zoo!!”

“Donar!” Asil happily said seeing him flying on the porch….The god has changed the weather for her


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